To the Wild Country

Chapter Fourteen

Pam Davidson's nerves went ZING! when she realized Bill had melted into the scenery so silently and efficiently.

"Oh God," she said aloud, looking about. Nothing. How in the hell could someone of his height, and she had to admit too, his age, move so swiftly, leaving no sound or trace of ever having been there? The fact that Bill Maxwell could do so added fuel to the fire that was building in her, the excitement giving her almost preternatural senses as she quietly walked toward the campsite.

She walked as stealthy as she could, her nerves tingling, her muscles bunched and tensed, ready to dash if she heard one sound out of the ordinary song of the forest.

He'll wait till I have my guard down, she thought, wait till I'm too comfortable with the situation, the SCENARIO, then he'll bust out again. She looked all around, and at the ground, surveying her immediate vicinity, trying to THINK like Maxwell, trying to imagine what he was seeing.

Bill remained motionless as he watched Pam nervously pass within six inches of him. She's trying, he thought happily. He, too, was excited in this little cat-and-mouse game, but fortunately in a good way, not akin to his clandestine operations from Korea. This little scenario promised a much more pleasant ending. He didn't want to draw it out TOO long, knowing the continual push of adrenalin into Pam's system, and his own, could make them both weary far too soon. He planned on taking advantage of the heightened state of her senses soon. Very soon.

When Pam was about a foot away, Bill silently broke from his hiding spot and walked up behind her, not making a single sound. He wondered how long it would take her to realize he was there. After a few seconds of this tag-along, he couldn't resist.

Throwing his long arms around Pam's waist, he flung her off the ground, into the air, and yelled in victory.

"Ah ha!" he said, "Got ya!"

"BILL!" she screamed, flopping her arms and legs about her, sending his t-shirt onto the bush he'd been hiding under. He glanced to check where it landed, so he could retrieve it later (and more importantly, assured it was unscathed) and turned back to Pam.

He set her down, pulling her arms behind her back and gripped her wrists together with one big hand, while he put his other hand up under her chin, over her throat.

He pulled her to him, leaning his head down to whisper roughly in her ear, "Now that wasn't very nice, Davidson."

He lowered his voice so it was deep, almost throbbingly dangerous.

Pam froze, stunned by the feel of him, the sound of him. His words bore into her, and she felt her body react with excitement at the same time that she almost felt afraid of him. But she knew she was not: this was Bill Maxwell, after all, and she trusted him with her life.

His hand very gently pulled her head completely to the side, so her neck muscles were straining to comply.

"I think you've been naughty, Davidson. Very naughty."

"What... what will you do to me?" she whispered, picking up on his game.

He nipped her earlobe, painfully enough to make her cry out, and said in that same gruff voice, "I'll figure something out."

Before she could answer, he turned her facing forward again, almost slamming her up against a broad tree with smoothe bark. With that maneuver, a small knot of fear built in Pam's gut, and she was reveling in it. Oh my, she thought, oh my God. It was like he was reading her mind, knowing what she liked.

He twined his right hand into her hair, the other hand releasing her wrists. Before she could escape, he wrapped his free arm around her, over her arms, pinning them to her sides. He pressed himself against her, his hardness pushing into her lower back.

"Bill..." Pam whispered, gasping.

"Shut up!" he barked.

"Bill, please...." she tried to continue, to plead with him to simply take her right there and now.

He twitched the hand grasping her hair, not too painfully but rough enough to send electric shocks up and down Pam's spine.

His face twisted into a snarl. "I said SHUT IT, woman!"

Pam replied with a quick nod of her head.

Bill leaned his chest into her back and kissed the earlobe he'd nipped a moment before. He whispered, in the sweet kind voice Pam knew, "Trust me, Counselor."

Pam nodded again, smiling but not saying anything as she'd been commanded.

Bill released her hair, and reached around to unbutton her overshirt, taking his time about it. He bit and nibbled on her neck, her hair flung over her left shoulder. She writhed against him, arching her back so she could feel him against her. She tried to stand on her tiptoes, to bring him ever closer to her inner flesh, even if they had the barrier of khaki shorts impeding them.

"All in good time, Davidson," he murmured against her hot wet neck, continuing the line of lovebites. He was being cautious, avoiding leaving any marks, but it was getting difficult to restrain himself. She tasted so good, so alive, her pulse pounding against his probing tongue.

Oh God, he thought as he was getting wrapped up in their little game. This is too much, too much!

He forced himself to pull his mouth away; the intensity of their play was beginning to affect him in a way that was scaring him, he couldn't imagine how Pam was feeling. But the look on her face was anything but fearful. She was panting, her beautiful mouth agape as she lost herself, her hips and rearend arcing, pushing, as if trying to grant him better access.

He'd reached the bottom button of her shirt, and slipped his hand in, roughly grabbing one breast, squeezing it painfully. Pam gasped, then squealed as he pinched one rosy-pink tip between his long slender fingers.

She drew in a sharp breath, and before she could exclaim, Bill said sharply, "No! Not a sound!"

Denied that relief, Pam twisted and turned, trying to encourage his fingers and hand to work more ferociously on her sensitive skin.

Bill released his hold over her waist, letting her arms go, trusting her not to take flight. There was no way in Hell I'd leave this now, she thought as he freed her. She remained as she was, pliant and submissive, as she felt both his hands reach for her two breasts.

She couldn't contain the squeal as he pinched her again.

He drew his hands up to her shoulders, hooking his fingers under the shirt and sliding it off her. He looked over her, down her, and the sight of her bosom moving up and down, so high and firm, almost glowing, did him in. He was through with the game, and he wanted to, HAD to, take her this instant.

He ran his hands down from her shoulders, over those amazing globes, pausing long enough to give her more playful pinches, and ended at the button to her shorts. Within seconds, he was sliding down her, in synch with her shorts sliding off her shapely hips and rear. When he got to the ground, on his knees, she helped him by delicately stepping out of the shorts, kicking them to the side.

He remained there, gripping her legs, pausing as he took her in. Seeing her from this angle, her long smoothe legs in front of his mouth, he held her and slid his tongue up the backs of her legs, kissing and nibbling as he went.

Pam, in the meantime, was so close to reaching climax that all she could do was collapse against the bark of the tree. If his fingers got much closer... and then they hit her, he drove his fingers into her, tweaking her hard little button, and at the same time bit her almost violently on the neck.

Her answering shriek told Bill all he needed to know. He may have gone beyond game-playing, but she certainly had no problem with how rough, how urgent, he was being.

"Davidson, do you know what I'm going to do to you now?" he asked against her. She could feel he was unfastening his own shorts, pushing them below his hips, down to his feet. He quickly shed the sneakers and vest as well, and they were both poised there, naked, against that big tree.

"N-no, t-tell me," she gasped out.

"I'm going to drive into you, I'm going to drive into you so hard, that your feet will clear the ground, that you won't be able to stand."

"Oh God," she moaned, arching against him once more, feeling his hardness against her lower back, with no shorts in between this time.

All the warning she received was, "Brace yourself," and she did, just in time.

The scream that tore from her lips echoed as she felt him piledrive so violently into her. He was right: her feet literally came off the ground. Her strong arms held onto the tree, her fingers digging painfully into the bark. Her sore right hand was throbbing in agony, but to Pam, that only enhanced the effect.

Bill held her up and to him, bending slightly at the knees to compensate for his greater height, but that didn't detract from what he was feeling. To have Pam like this, trapped, helpless against him, yet trusting him as he knew she did, was like a narcotic. He held her close with one arm, and put his other hand on the tree next to hers, bracing himself as well.

Pam got her balance on a bit of root, and stepping on it, found she could move along with Bill's rocking motion. Having caught her equilibrium, Bill freed his hand and reached around to her front, teasing her, stimulating her so that they could climax at the same time. He knew it wasn't going to take long, the build-up all morning had been driving him insane to be with her, in her again.

His panting and groaning, his muttering as he closed his eyes, told Pam he was reaching completion. She pushed against him even harder, forcing him deeper, deeper, and when she moved, it brought on her own release, and her inner muscles clamped down on Bill. He reacted by pulling her to him, slamming one final time into her as he bellowed into the woods, and she shrieked in joyous reply.

Pam collapsed against the tree, letting it support her. She pressed her cheek against the cool shady bark, a small part of her brain registering how good it felt. She was also conscious, after a few moments of laboring for breath, how her hand was continually throbbing in pain.

Bill retained enough strength of will to pull out and back gently, steadying Pam with his arms under her, forming a cage around her as he pressed his hands against the tree.

"My God, Pam, that was fucking INCREDIBLE!" he said, his mouth against her bare sweaty back, his hot breath reflecting off her in waves as he panted.

All Pam could answer in reply was a weary but utterly satisfied smile on her face. She had barely enough energy to stagger back to the campsite with Bill a few minutes later, and the two collapsed onto their combined bed pad, figuring the fish and biscuits were just going to have to wait.